Mount Lao bordered the sea, where one could watch raging waves crash against the shore, the tides rise and fall, and the vast ocean surge. In ancient times, it was also called Mount Lao and was one of the birthplaces of Daoism.
After the great changes in heaven and earth, Heavenly Gods Corporation had taken this place and become its master.
In the distance, white waves battered the cliffs as the Azure Sea churned, magnificent and boundless. On the mountain, pines and cypresses stood lush and emerald-green, so fresh they seemed carved from jade. White mist drifted around them, and the energy particles were dense. This was a typical blessed land of spiritual cultivation.
After the great changes in heaven and earth, Mount Lao had become even more extraordinary. The vegetation on the mountain glowed; whether vibrant flowers or green vines, all possessed spirituality.
There were dozens of ancient and unadorned Daoist temples scattered across different regions. White mist filled the air, making the place resemble an immortal realm, with an ethereal sense of being removed from the world. On certain spiritual peaks, thousand-year-old Daoist temples appeared and disappeared amid ancient pines, white mist, and silver waterfalls.
Some white cranes danced and circled between different spiritual peaks, making the area seem even more like an immortal residence. Before an inconspicuous little Daoist temple on a cliff stood an old pine that twisted like a Flood Dragon. Its needles were few and sparse, yet it contained abundant vitality.
On the cliff stood a vigorous ancient silver pine, its split bark likewise silver-white. It was currently Mount Lao's foremost tree, capable of allowing someone to tear through the Six Paths Shackles.
On a spiritual peak in the distance, people were talking as they looked this way. They were all upper-echelon members of